A Poetry Slam For The In-Between

This is a spoken word piece for anyone who has ever been told to choose. For the ones who live between countries, cultures, identities, and beliefs. For the third culture kids, the misfits, the ones who never quite fit into any box.

This track is a slam. A raw, rhythmic exploration of what it means. With motivational background music to carry the energy, this is for anyone who needs to hear that you don't have to pick a side. You can exist in the space between.

Who this is for:
- Third Culture Kids who have never felt fully at home anywhere
- Those who have hidden behind labels and beliefs that don't quite fit
- Anyone looking for permission to just be without needing to pick a side

Transcript

This poem is called TCK and you'll understand what it stands for. I was part of a third culture and they told me. You have to pick a side. Can't stay in limbo. Can't be in between countries, Continents, Cultures, Religions. Gotta pick one side. Cause in this world, We don't handle polarities. We hide. I wanted part in no religion, And they told me. Pick a side, You know? Can't stay in limbo. Can't be in between. God's son, Buddha, Prophets. Gotta pick one side, Cause in this world, We don't handle polarities. We hide. I wanted part in no politics, And they told me. Pick a side. You cannot stay in limbo. Can't be in between switzerland is just a dream i don't need working for taxes gotta pick one side cuz in this world Eat or be eaten. You can't remain hidden. Although everyone hides behind labels made to shrink them into boxes too small and intricate to fit anyone with all their senses. Hiding behind beliefs half made up, Half torn in between what we wish for and what we once have worn. Feelings flowing. Fear, Needing, Believing in something bigger somewhere, Reminding us for purpose, Something to hold on to, To fuel our existence. We hide behind identities made up for us, Forgetting to live and give ourselves the grace to figure shit out. We hide, Because when we're there, The world comes after us. We fight first with ourselves and the sky above us to find our true meaning. Forgetting was just being right in front of us.